So yea, basically, i went to my dads for the weekend, and on sunday my mum rang up and said she didn't want me back. I didn't know why. I now live in Bath which to everyone is fun. IT'S NOT FUN WHEN YOU HAVE NO ONE TO FUCKING ENJOY IT WITH :@!!!
i'm living somewhere where it takes 2 hours to get home, i leave the house at 7:20am for school, which results in me catching 4 fucking buses a day. I have to be home for 6:30pm, if i don't, i dont get any tea. i'm not allowed out on halloween, i'm not allowed anyone to stay. i live away from my friends. i have to clean up everyday, i have to tidy my room everyday, WHICH! i share with my sister who has multiple times tried to kill me -____- i have to cook at least once a week, they're so involved here. i fucking HATE FAMILIES :@Anyone who knows me knows i HATE family life. you know i do. here i've been dumped somewhere which is all happy families and a complete pile of wank. i hate it. i want my mum back. i want my friends back. i want my life back.

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I went to get breakfast, there's a knock at the door, it's Chris so i had to go out.
I took 50p for lunch, had to give it to Chris. So Chris said he was sorry and nicked me some food, which had yoghurt and i can't tolerate much of it, so i didn't get to eat that.
I get home, and mum had made us a roastie, i dropped it on the floor.

God wants me to die :/

Ok, Here's the situation, in english we are starting creative writing. we got told to write about a place, for e.g: a country road, a high street ect...

i thought ok, cool a time to use my imagination so i came up with dream land. while other people were reading out their stories about snowy fields and busy streets, i looked down at my work. at my pink and blue cloud land, with bouncing orange bunnies wearing navy blue suits, and random vortex doors appearing in front of me, and yellow skies. i thought hang on, i may of OVER imagined this.

I got home and showed my mum the story and she read it. she looked at me and queitly said...
"are you on LSD or something?"

at this point i was starting to panic, thinking my teacher my report me to rehab : O


well, now ima tuck in some crackers : )

yum yum x